Page 4 of Her Older Sheikh

The first time our eyes met, she nearly had me catching my breath like some boy from middle school who's seen his first pussy in real life. All she did that time was look at me like I'm her whole fucking world, just fucking look at me like I'm her dream come to life, and God help me, but I actually found myself wanting it to be true.

I just want her, dammit.

She turns me on like no other woman has, and it's all because of how she looks at me. I want her even though I'm good asengaged, and I want her to the point that reason has ceased to matter.

If she wants me to be her world, then so be it. If she wants me to be her dream come to life, then that's what I'm going to be. There's just something about her that tempts me to break all the rules and start playing with fire...which is exactly what I'm doing now.

Fucking playing with fire...regardless of the consequences.

Thoughts of her have kept me up all night, and even though I told myself this morning that I was only coming back to the cafe to visit my friend—-

That same friend told me point blank I was lying to myself.

You're here because she's gotten under your skin.

And it's true.

But she's not the kind of girl you can fool around with.

Those were Acheron's words as well, and I know it's his subtle way of asking me to put an end to this madness before someone gets hurt.

Beforeshegets hurt.

And he's right, of course.

Because thisismadness.

Just plain fucking madness to want a girl when I already gave my word to marry someone else.

So put a fucking end to this, you bastard!

Nothing good can ever come out of this obsession.

I fucking know that.

But when I look at her again, and I see that she'sstilllooking at me like I'm her whole fucking world—-

It's too late.

Even if it means having the heavens damn us both, it's just too fucking late, and so instead of leaving I find myself obsessively stalking her every move under hooded lids.

She's finally unrooted herself from her spot, and every little thing that crosses her mind shows on her face. Her relief is evident when her gaze sweeps over the entire cafe, and it nearly makes my lips twitch. She likes that it's just the two of us, and of course it would be, since it's only a quarter to six in the morning.

It won't be for hours before everyone's out rushing to work and grabbing their morning coffee en route. That she doesn't know this tells me she's no city girl, and as I have no fondness for concrete jungles myself, I like that she's not.

I can feel her stealing glances at me every once in a while, and the sheer innocence of it has me so damn horny it's a struggle to stay still.

This girl is too damn pure, and I know...

I know a heartless cynic like me doesn't deserve her. I know I should end this while there's still time. I know I should just turn back and walk away. I know this is my last damn chance to keep my life uncomplicated—-

But I just can't fucking do it.

Because Acheron was right.

This girlhasgotten under my skin, and she's gotten so fucking deep that I can no longer see reason.

I want her, dammit.

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